When thinking of a bar known as “Heaven”, one might picture a lofty upscale social establishment with an angelic staff and euphoric atmosphere but this run down watering hole couldn’t be further from that idea. It was a seedy hole-in-the-wall bar on the not so nice part of town. It wasn’t surprising that the little pub almost never had any patrons. Despite the bar’s less than inviting air, it did have one positive side; the drinks gave you the most bang for your buck. 

Troy sat at the bar in his civilian clothes. Today his attire consisted of casual white tennis shoes with blue jeans and a long sleeved white v-neck shirt that outlined the curves of his small yet athletic frame. Taking a sip of his drink, he cocked his head to the side, offering the bartender a smile that would have looked flirtatious to anyone unfamiliar with their relationship. The bartender, affectionately referred to as Papo, was an attractive, older looking Hispanic male, who slid a square piece of paper across the bar towards Troy. 

“I got another job for you. From someone called the Architect. This one pays $100,000, minus a small finder’s fee of course.” He said with a grin. 

“Of Course.” Troy replied with a snort, taking yet another sip of his drink. 

“In any event, it should still pay enough to keep you out of trouble for a while.” The bartender continued.

Setting his drink down, the ice cubes made a chiming sound as they melted further into his drink, taping against the glass in the process. Troy unfolded the piece of paper which only had a street name and a time. “What’s this?” He asked. 

“Be at that location at that exact time. “Papo explained further.” There’ll be an armored truck traveling east on that road. The client needs you to stop that truck and confiscate the briefcase on board.” 

“What’s in the briefcase?” Troy asked? 

Papo smirked. “Does it matter?” 

Pressing his knuckles to his lips, a playful smile played across Troy’s face. “I guess not.” He replied. “Well, it looks like I have work to do... Ciao.” He said while leaving the bar and raising his hand to wave, however he never looked back. 
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A few hours had passed since he was given his assignment and currently he sat with his legs folded in the middle of a narrow one way street. He was now dressed in his red and black uniform, glancing over at the clock atop the small bank to his left. ~Hmm…any minute now.~ He thought to himself and almost like clockwork the armored truck arrived just like he was told. Black Jack sat there un phased by the trucks speed or the fact that it was heading straight for him. Instead he stretched his arms up into the sky and yawned, much like a cat awakening from its evening nap.

“Look! There’s someone sitting in the middle of the road.” Flannigan said with urgency.

“What!?” Henry snapped, as he leaned forward to get a better look.

“What should I do?” Flannigan asked.

“Keep going.” Henry said coldly, while settling back into his seat.

“B..but!” Flannigan hesitated.

“You heard me.” Henry confirmed. 

Black Jack rose to his feet as the armored truck sped towards him and he showed no signs of moving. Just when the truck began getting too close for comfort, two of the four tires blew out, courtesy of the spiked jacks he scattered across the street earlier. The sudden deceleration of the fast moving and heavy vehicle caused the truck to swerve, nearly crashing into a nearby building but Flannigan managed to bring it to an abrupt halt just before impact. 

Two armed guards immediately hopped out of the driver and passenger side respectively, aiming their weapons at Black Jack. “Stop right there!” 

Black Jack held up his hands and smiled. “So you guys were just gonna run me over huh? Well that’s not very nice.” He teased.